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a sliver of color was present.
 What I should have done a month ago. His voice was no longer wholly man, syllables rumbly as his
vocal cords shifted and rippled.
The muted whispers surrounding them didn t matter. He jumped from the stage and left Trey to
recover. Too long he d waited, but no more. He would mate her and claim her. They had time to work
out the kinks after. She might not understand what was happening but given time she would yearn for
him in the same manner. Regardless of past entanglements or reservations even if she wasn t shifter
but human a mated female always came to her intended.
 Hold it right there, Diskant. Brett barred his path with a small casting wand clutched in his hand.
To the random observer it might look like a miniature baseball bat but Diskant was smart enough to
know one solid tap to the head would knock him out for several hours.  Put the girl down.
 Don t try to stop me, lokkur. He growled and brought the small body in his arms closer to his chest.
 She is my mate. Nothing you do will stop what s been set into motion.
Pinkie s strangled whimper as she began to struggle and thrash touched something inside of him and,
for the first time, he smelled more than an understandable amount of anxiety.
Terror burned his nose like red pepper and traveled to the back of his throat, nearly choking him.
Something he said obviously frightened her, but what?
Realization hit unexpectedly.
She was obviously human, but could she possibly know what his declaration meant? Had working
around preternatural creatures caused her to come to an awareness of some kind?
Did she know what he was?
 Be still. He lowered his voice and chastised into the delicate shell of her ear, refusing to lessen his
hold, testing his theory.  You stopped me before I tore apart my friend on the stage and I m willing to
guess it was to keep the police from being called in after the last time. Did you know that outburst
was over a petty squabble? One of the leopards padded across a wolf s foot, refused to apologize
and it was on. But that was nothing compared to what it could have been. Take fighting for our mates.
It s not smart to have shifters fighting over their females. In fact, it gets downright messy.
She went silent and he listened to the muted whispers of air she drew through her nose. She definitely
knew what he was, what all of them were. He wasn t sure how or why, but he wasn t going to waste
time in the club asking.
They had more important issues to discuss.
 Come with me willingly, he commanded in a throaty timbre,  or you can expect just that. Brett
won t let you leave with me unless you indicate it s what you want, and I m ready to make a go of it
with him if he tries to intervene. Hell or high water, Pinkie, I m not leaving without you. And no,
that s not a threat. It s a bloody fucking promise.
 Ava? Do you mind explaining what the hell is going on? Brett glared at the bundle in his arms and
Diskant fought the grin that threatened to surface when he learned his mate s chosen name. It was
beautiful, without question, but for weeks he d thought of her as Pinkie, and he couldn t imagine
referring to her as anything else.
 I told you a lap dance was a bad idea. She glanced up at Diskant briefly before returning her
attention to the warlocke and muttering,  I didn t realize he d be here tonight.
 So you do know him? Brett didn t seem convinced. A sharp nod was her answer and Brett s eyes
narrowed.  Don t lie to me.
 I m not lying. Her voice was steady now and the fear Diskant had scented was replaced by anger.
 I told you I didn t need to get on the stage tonight. You didn t listen. If you had we could have
avoided this entire fiasco.
 I wasn t aware you are involved with someone.
For a moment Diskant saw red. Was Brett interested in his female? Was this more than the concern of
an employer for his employee? Outrage and fury coursed through him. He d rip the magic man s
testicles off and feed them to him.
One by goddamn one.
 Now you are, Diskant responded sharply, before Ava could.
 I wasn t talking to you 
 Damn it! Ava yelled.  I don t broadcast the goings-on of my personal life at the bar. I don t owe
you an explanation. Piss off!
 Satisfied? Diskant didn t wait for a response, moved around the warlocke and strode purposefully
toward the hallway. Nathan was exactly where he d left him and moved cautiously aside and lowered
his gaze to stare at the floor.
Reminded of the friend left face-up on the stage, Diskant made a mental note to call Trey in the
morning to find out what the fuck was what but not tonight. Tonight he was going to inform the tiny
female in his arms that she would never touch another male because she was intended solely for him.
As generous as he was with the stares and sexual comments earlier, he wasn t one to share. That
would only worsen once he was lodged deep within her and came while cradled inside those snug
inner walls that would clench and milk his cock like a fisting second skin.
The wetness in his leathers told him the slit in the tip was oozing, aching and heavy balls armed and
ready to pump his seed into his mate s womb and seal the first mark between them. The other two
marks would involve her implicit trust and willingness, but they didn t have to happen overnight.
Most shifters with human mates didn t bloodbond for several months, taking time to prepare for the
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